"I just ran a truckload of Mexicans off the road..."
I'm driving along, minding my own business. I come around a corner and there's this guy standing out in the middle of the road wanting me to stop.
Philip McNutt: "I just ran a truckload of Mexicans off the road!"
Me: "Sweet! Can I see?"
Philip: "Down there."
Phil: "Rolled about 40 times. Here's my phone. Call 911. I tried and couldn't get a signal. I'm going down to check on 'em."
Me: "I'll just lock my doors first."
911: "911."
Me: "Truckload of Mexicans ran off the road. Three miles south of Vienna on Highway 63. By the Gasconade river."
911: "Sweet!"
Me: "I know, right?"
911: "Anyone hurt?"
Me: "They ran off a 100ft cliff and rolled 40 times. "
911: "Sweet! K, be right out. Wait. Where are you?"
Me: "Highway 63, 3 miles south of Vienna."
911: "What's the mile marker?"
Me: "Dunno. Don't see one. I'm guessing the Mexicans hit it when they went over the cliff."
911: "That ain't good. We'd come out, but we don't know where you are. Do you have a GPS?"
Me: "You in luck, hoss. Got one right here. Hold on - it's starting up."
Me: "OK, It says I'm about three miles south of Vienna on Highway 63. Coordinates XXYYZZ. Three miles south of Vienna. Right next to the Gasconade River."
911: "OK, I got you on map now. "
Me: "Yeah, I guess, I'm not that much of a catfish eater."
911: "Catfish is goooooood! Their batter is goooooood!"
Me: "So it's not really true that fish makes you smarter?"
911: "Huh?"
Me: "Never mind. How long is it going to you take to get here?"
911: "'bout 30, 45 minutes."
Me: "That's terrible!"
911: "Why?"
Me: "'cause we're 3 minutes from Vienna. If Domino's took that long the pizza would be free."
911: "Well they hit my mile marker."
Me: "If they die they won't be able to buy you a new one."
911: "We'll hurry."
(45 minutes later)
Hot Amalance chick: "You'd have been better off calling Domino's."
Me: "Why are you dressed that way?"
Hotchick: "We were canoeing."
Me: "Gasconade?"
Hotchick: "Yeah."
Me: "So you got to shore..."
HC: "...at Moorelands."
Me: "Then you drove to Rolla, got the amalance, then drove back?"
HC: "Yup."
Me: "Because they wouldn't know who you were without it?"
HC: "It helps."
Me: "So why aren't you doing anything for them?"
HC: "No gloves. It's illegal for me to touch them without gloves."
Me: "The amalance is out?"
HC: "We were in a hurry and got one that just got back from the shop."
Me: "So, nice tan you've got going there. Really brings out the color in your eyes."
HC: "Really think so?"
Me: "Yeah. So is that your husband, or ...?"
HC: "Partner. He drives 'em, I shock 'em. Usually only if they need it."
Me: "They always need it?"
HC: "Yeah, pretty much."
Me: "Doing anything later?"
HC: "Heading back to Rolla, probably."
Me: "Cool. So gloves on the way?"
HC: "Yeah, it's only three miles to Vienna. How far down you think that is?"
Me: "'bout 100ft. They rolled 40 times."
HC: "Sweet! That's a new record for me. You run 'em off the road?"
Me: "Nope. I was heading south at about 90MPH, and Phil jumped out in front of me. Luckily I got stopped before I hit him."
HC: "Thanks."
HC: "It's trivia night at Applebees. You can come if you want. I usually get pretty drunk."
Me: "Yeah, all this excitement has made me kinda hungry."
HC: "What sounds good?"
Me: "Mexican."
HC: "Tacos?"
Me: "Why, you have a friend you wanna bring along?"
HC: "Huh?"
Me: "Never mind."
(45 minutes passes)
HC: "Oh, Taco! I get it! Hehehe."

